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He lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.

A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.

Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he wasn't really alone. Someone not too far away was saying his name.

They were saying his name quite loudly actually.

Cracking one eye open, he blearily saw a familiar hand with a pearl ring on it waving in front of his face. Confused, he flopped onto his back and looked up at the person connected to the hand. It was Ginny, and she looked rather annoyed.

"C'mon Harry! It's time to get up! Our parents are going to be here in an hour and I should be making lunch, not getting you up!" She sounded horribly annoyed.

Harry wasn't quite sure what was going on. The last thing he remembered was –

Harry jerked upright and felt all over his chest – there were no bullet holes or scars. Harry turned and actually looked at Ginny. It was then that he realized she wasn't the same Ginny he had gotten married to a little bit ago.

This Ginny had extremely short hair and a very visible pregnant belly. Harry felt panic wash over him. How was she pregnant? What had happened? Was he now in a different time with missing memories, instead of a different world?

"Um, Ginny, what's the date?" Harry asked nervously as he slowly climbed out of bed.

Ginny backed up to give him room as she rolled her eyes, "Honestly Harry, how can you never remember our anniversary? It's May 3rd, 2009 of course. I don't know how you don't remember that, we've been married for seven years. You'd think that would be enough time. I wish you'd get another shift, this late night stuff is ruining you." She said all of this as she walked out of the room in what could only be called a waddling stomp.

As Harry looked around the bedroom he heard her slamming and banging pans in the kitchen. Or at least he assumed it was the kitchen, he had no idea where he was.

The bedroom was rather small and cramped. There was a single window between his side of the bed and the wall. Glancing out of it, Harry saw a narrow little side street that looked a lot like the one Ron and Hermione had first lived in – or at least the Ron and Hermione in his Muggle Memories.

Nervously, Harry approached the dresser, lying on it were a couple of pictures. One was of Ginny and her entire family. Then there was a wedding picture. It showed him and Ginny standing in front of the church in Ottery St. Mary. They weren't wearing the same dress and tuxedo that he had seen before, these outfits were much simpler. Then there was another picture, one of Harry in a police uniform, with his parents on either side of him.

Harry gasped in shock as Ginny's comment about "our parents" hit him. His parents were alive? Was he in another world? Like he had been before? The thought made Harry want to bang his head against a wall. Why was this happening to him?

He was in another world? That couldn't be right, how had he gotten here? There had been no magic involved when he had been gunned down by Romilda Vane.

The memory of the bullets hitting him flashed through Harry's mind and he gasped in pain as he looked in the mirror over the dresser at his unscarred chest. Despite the lack of scars he could still feel them hitting his body.

Speaking of scars…

Harry lifted up his bangs and looked in the mirror. Yes, there was still a lightning bolt there, but it was very faint. To tell the truth, it looked more like a birthmark than a scar.

Ginny stuck her head in the door, "Well? Aren't you going to go shower and get ready? Time's a wasting."

"Ya," Harry said as he went through the only other door in the bedroom. Inside was a small bathroom, the shower was so small that he barely fit into it. How did people live like this?

Harry took a quick shower, while trying to figure out what he'd have to touch or do to get his memories for this world. He obviously knew nothing about being a police officer, so he'd need to find those memories if he wanted to fit in.

As Harry toweled himself off he realized that the panic he had felt last time wasn't here now. Was that because he was more accepting of being thrust into a new world? Or was it because he knew that he didn't leave anyone in danger? Was it maybe because he was almost twenty-nine, not seventeen?

Whatever the reason, Harry didn't feel confused and lost this time. Whatever this world threw at him, he'd figure it out.

Once he obtained the memories for this world he'd set about finding Snape. He'd figured out why Harry had moved worlds in the last world, he could find it in this one also. Why hadn't waited to marry Ginny long enough to hear Snape's finally theory? Harry mentally kicked himself as he ran a comb quickly through his wet hair.

Once he was done in the bathroom he wandered back into the bedroom in search of clothes. He got dressed and wandered down the hallway, he found Ginny in an outdated kitchen. It still had those old, avocado colored appliances.

She gave him a quick look as she continued cooking, "Aren't you going to put on the watch your parents gave you?"

"Oh, yeah," Harry said rather stupidly before heading back to the bedroom.

As he left he saw Ginny give a quick shake of her head in a rather Mrs. Weasley like fashion. How come he'd never seen her do that in his Muggle Memories? Upon thinking this Harry realized that referring to the last world as Muggle Memories probably wouldn't be the best idea. He should probably label them his Soccer Memories or something. Then these memories, whatever they were, could be his Police Memories.

Shaking his own head at the number of memories he'd be carrying around in his head once he found these memories, Harry grabbed the beaten up watch he'd missed the last time he was looking at the dresser. Seeing the watch reminded him of the lightning necklace and how he hadn't seen it until it was pointed out to him. Did that mean it hadn't existed before it had been pointed out? The thought bothered him.

Bracing himself, Harry reached over and grabbed the watch. No memories flooded his brain. Disappointed, Harry slipped the watch on his wrist and fastened it.

As soon as it clicked the memories came flooding into his consciousness.

He saw himself being taught how to ride a bike by his father. Then he was watching his parents slow dance in front of the fire as Christmas music played from the radio and a Christmas tree sparkled nearby.

Then he was older, being taught how to drive by his father, being told by his mother to quiet down while playing video games with Ron late into the night.

Then he was signing up for the police academy with Ron, going on his first date with Ginny, getting Ron to forgive him for dating his sister.

Tears almost sneaked out as he proposed to Ginny again, this time on top of St. Paul's Cathedral, the whole city beneath them.

A tear did sneak out as he watched himself once again get married to Ginny, this time there was no crazy shooter.

Then Ginny was sitting him down, telling him that she was finally pregnant, he felt amazement and happiness wash over him. Then there had been the shouts and screams of joy when they told their parents.

There were so many other memories, little things, like finding an old pearl ring at an estate sale and using that for an engagement ring or picking out their first apartment.

They all came at Harry so fast that he fell to the floor, trying to soak everything in.

He'd forgotten how unnerving and overwhelming it was to take another set of parallel memories into his head.

Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip, trying to stop a scream, as he tried to organize seventy-three years worth of memories. He couldn't let Ginny know, he couldn't let her know, she had the baby to worry about.

Harry tried to fight the blackness that threatened to overwhelm him, but it didn't work, his brain needed peace and quiet to digest the memories.

Harry's last thought as the blackness and memories overtook him was: why is this happening to me again?

Author's Note: I don't think any of you saw this coming... Most of y'll seemed to guess that he'd be in the hospital or back in the magic world. Well...as you can see...he's not.

Thank you everyone for reviewing! Fourteen reviews for this last chapter. Y'll are amazing! :) I'd list all of you, but I don't want to make this AN to long.

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